In Wild Rose Time Part 6

Dil eyed hers askance. She was so used to saving the best.

"Oh, do eat it," cried Bess. "You never tasted anything like it! O mister, please tell her to. She's alwers keepin' things for me."

"There will be plenty for you to take home. I must find you some flowers too. And this evening I am going to start on a journey-to be away several weeks. I'm sorry to lose sight of you, and I want to know how to find Barker's Court. When I come back-would your mother mind your posing for me, do you think?"

"Posing?" Dil looked frightened.

"Just what you did this afternoon. Being put in a picture."

It had suddenly come into his mind that he could lighten Dil's burthen that way. He wanted to keep track of them.

"And what do you do with the pictures?"

"Sell them"-and he smiled.

"You couldn't sell me; I'm not pritty enough," she said, with the utter absence of all personal vanity, and a latent sense of amus.e.m.e.nt.

"When I come back we will talk about it. And I will bring you the book.

You will learn more than I can tell you. I used to read it when I was a boy. And then we will talk about-going to heaven."

He colored a little, and his heart beat with a new and unwonted emotion.

"You're quite sure we can go nex' spring?" queried Bess. "Do many people live there?"

"The Lord Jesus Christ and all his angels," he answered reverently. "And the saints who have been redeemed, little children, and a mult.i.tude no man can number."

A perplexing frown settled between Dil's eyes.

"Seems as if I couldn't never get the thing straight 'bout-'bout Jesus Christ," and a flush wavered over her face. "When the people in the court get drunk and fight, they swear 'bout him. If he jest gives people strength to beat and bang each other, how can he help 'em to be good?

Maybe there's more than one. An' why don't the one who lives in the beautiful heaven have a different name. I ast the Mission teacher once, an' she said I was a wicked girl. Mammy said there wasn't any G.o.d at all. How do _you_ know?"

There was a brave, eager innocence in her eyes, and a curious urgency as well.

"'Cause," she subjoined, "if G.o.d lives in heaven and keeps it for people, if there wasn't any G.o.d, there couldn't be any heaven. Some folks in the court have the Virgin Mary, but I never see G.o.d."

There was no irreverence in her tone, but a perplexed wonder. And John Travis was helpless before it. How did the missionaries who went to the heathen ever make them understand? They had their idols of wood and stone, and had prayed to them; but this child had no G.o.d, not even an idol, though she loved Bess with every fibre of her being.

And he had almost said in his heart, "There is no G.o.d." A first great cause, an atom rushing blindly about the darkness for another atom, a protoplasm, a long series of evolutions-how complacent he had been about it all! Could he teach these children science? He had heard the talk of the slums occasionally, blood-curdling oaths, threats, wishes, curses hurled at one another. These two little girls lived in it. Could any one enlighten them, unless they were taken to a new, clean world? Yet their souls seemed scarcely soiled by the contact, their faces bore the impress of purity.

Was it thus when the Lord came in the flesh, when the wickedness of the world was very great, its hopelessness well nigh fatal? He found many ignorant souls; but they learned of him and believed, and went forth to convert the world. Was it so much more wicked now?

"Let me tell you about the true Jesus," he said in a soft, low tone, almost afraid to bear witness, he was so ignorant himself. "Long ago, when people were full of sorrow and suffering, and had forgotten how to be good to each other, G.o.d, who lived in this beautiful heaven, sent his Son down to teach them. He came and lived among them and helped them.

Why, my little Dil, it's just like your caring for Bess. She can never do anything to pay you back. She cannot sweep the house, nor tend the babies, nor sew, nor earn money. But you do it because you love her, and you only want love in return. She gives it to you."

Dil stared stupidly. "I don't want her to do nothin'," she said, with a quivering lip.

"But you want her to love you."

"How could I help it?" cried Bess.

"No, you couldn't. And when the Lord found people ill and lame and blind, he cured them-"

"O mister!" interrupted Bess, with her face in a glow of wonderful light, "do you s'pose he could have cured my poor hurted little legs so's I could walk on 'em agen?"

"Yes, my child. He would have taken you in his arms and laid his hand on you, and you would have been strong and well."

"And where is he now?" she asked eagerly.

"He went back to heaven-to his Father." Ah, how could he explain to their limited understanding the sacrifice that had redeemed the world.

He began to realize that faith for one's self was easier than giving a reason for one's faith. "He told people how to be kind and tender and loving, and to care for those in pain and sickness. He begged them to do it because he had loved them. That was all he wanted back. But there were ungrateful people, and those who were eager to fight and destroy each other, and they would not listen to him. But when he went away he left others, teachers, and they go on telling people-"

How could he make it simple enough for their comprehension? He was in despair.

"Then he called those together who loved him and were willing to be good and kind, and said to them, 'In my Father's house are many mansions-I go to prepare a place that you may be with me'-"

"And that's heaven," interrupted Bess, her eyes shining and her lips pink and quivering. "O Dil! that's where we are to go. I can't hardly wait till spring. An' soon's we get there, I'll ast him to cure my poor little legs poppy hurted when he threw me 'gainst the wall. Oh, are you sure, sure he will, so I can run about agen? Seems jes' too good to happen."

"Yes, I am sure. He took little children in his arms and blessed them when they crowded around him so that people would have driven them away.

And he said, 'I have a heaven for all those who suffer, all those whose parents beat or maim or starve them. I will take them to my beautiful home, and they shall never suffer any more. They shall roam in lovely gardens and gather flowers, and sing and love and obey me, and be happy.'"

"O Dil, _will_ you mind if I love this Lord Jesus? For he is so good I can't help it. I shall always love _you_ best. I will tell him how it was-that you loved me when there wasn't any one else, and mammy wanted me to die 'cause I was so much trouble. An', Dil, don't you b'lieve he will say that was jest the kind of love he preached about, and 'cause you did it you must have a place right by me?"

The tears came to John Travis's eyes. He wondered if the Master had ever been rewarded with a more exquisite joy.

Dil squeezed her hand.

"Oh," cried Bess, "when we start to go to heaven in the spring, won't you go along? We'd like to have you so. Don't they have grown-up men in heaven? You're so nice an' clean an' different from most folks, I sh'd think you'd like to go."

"Yes, I will," in the tone of one who gives a sacred promise. When he came to think of it, very few people had asked him to go to heaven.

"Seems too good to be true," said Dil sententiously. "Good things mos'ly ain't true. An' it all seems so strange-"

"We'll talk it over while we are going to heaven," he said with grave sweetness, glancing at his watch and amazed at the lateness. "I will bring you Christiana, and when you have read that I can explain many things to you. I shall have to go now. Tell me how to find Barker's Court when I come back."

"You won't like it," Dil exclaimed sharply. "It's dirty an' horrid, full of women washing clo'es, an' drunken people, an' swearin'. Oh, let me bring Bess over here. And the picture-"

"You shall have that. But I can't tell just when I shall be able to come. Never fear but I'll find you. Here is something because you and Bess posed."

It was a five-dollar note. Dil drew back in dismay.

"O mister, I couldn't take it. I'm afeard some one'd think I stole it-so much money!"

He changed the bill into smaller ones. Then he slipped it into the bag of fruit.

"This is Bess's bank," he said, with a friendly, trusty smile. "When she wants any delicacies, you must spend the money for them. It is Bess's secret, and you must not tell any one."

He thrust the bag at the foot of the shabby carriage, and then pressed both hands.

"You're so lovely, so splendid," sighed Bess.